cw noncon, kidnapping
Knight!Ghost who takes you home as a spoil of war.
Sir Riley is noble and well respected man. Invaluable to the King in battle. But unlike many of his brothers in arms, he had yet to be wed. Despite his stature no man had offered their daughter to him. They knew of the tales. The stories of his horrific visage and beastly temper. Sending their daughter to his bed would surely end in her demise. So he stayed unwed even in his later age.
But a man still has needs. Someone to keep his hearth burning while he was away. Keep his belly fed. A warm body to fuck at night. So no one stopped him when he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you back to his horse. Some pitying looks, but that was all.
The journey back was long. After the first few hours you seemed to accept your fate. Or at the very least stopped struggling. Perhaps you knew there was nothing you could do. Or perhaps you were keenly aware of the effect your fighting had on your new captor. A heavy bulge pressed against the small of your back as you sat in front of him. Burning despite the layers between you. Every jostle of the horse making you flushed all over. This monster. He got off on your terror.
You had a small glimmer of hope when he promised he would not take you until your wedding night. It was tradition after all.
But that didn't stop him from ravishing your body in other ways.
Pressing you to the cold stone floor, hooking a thumb behind your teeth to tug your jaw open and sliding his cock down your throat. Every gag and choke only making him groan as he used you. Muttering about how much better it felt compared to his rough, calloused hands. Spilling down your throat in only a few short thrusts. You were grateful for that at least. But it didn't stop him from coming back only a few hours later.
Or bending you over the dining table mid meal. Food smearing your corset as he shoved your skirts over your hips. Rutting like an animal between the plush of your thighs. Hot length sliding against your cunt, but never entering.
Simon would laugh and coo at the slick that spread down his cock. Making every thrust embarrassingly wet. Returning to his food once he had finished. Scarred features twisting with a grin as he watched you silently clean yourself up.
By the time your wedding night arrived you were terrified. By now you had seen his cock countless times. But you knew even the fingers you curled deep in your cunt late at night as you pictured your soon-to-be husband wouldn't be enough to prepare you for the beast.
Though the hungry look he gave you as he lifted your veil told you that he didn't care. Heat pooling low in your gut. He was already hard, right there at the altar.
You wondered if he would let you make it through the festivities before whisking you away to make you a proper wife.
